Chapter 27

Grace stayed indoors for three days.

During those three days, she did nothing but paint.

Pain, sorrow, anger–too many bad emotions poured out of Grace onto the blank canvases.

“Camille, are you doing okay in Becrenga? I dried some oranges and grapefruits for you and packed them up. Andy will send them over soon. I heard Osmal City was really dry, so remember to drink tea often to soothe your throat. I’m praying for you here in Clastein.”

In the darkness, only the faint glow of her phone screen lit up

the room.

It was a voice message from her landlady, Mary Clayton. Grace curled up on the floor, listening to it over and over.

“Mom,” Grace murmured unconsciously.

Truthfully, all her understanding of the word “mother” came from this middle–aged woman far away in Clastein.

She missed the chamomile–scented warmth of Mary’s hands, the mouth–puckeringly sour codfish with tomato sauce, the sun–dried but still colorful fruits…

The doorbell rang.

wrapped in a thick blanket, and went

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never

two together?”

his head. “No. This is Mrs. Parrish’s lawyer. I’m

up until this was resolved.

Grace didn’t shut

bottles of

men.

make it quick.” Grace sat cross–legged on the sofa, her expression cold.

and Ms. Naomi Parrish. There’s also a cashier’s check, as

Ms. Naomi asked me to convey that they knew these things meant little to you, but this was

Mrs. Parrish but even

throat, Simon also pulled out a thick stack of documents.

these are all the

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interrupted with a frown. “What do you mean? Is Mr. Kaufman also stepping down?”

Simon hesitated, unsure how

voice came

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